Текст песни
My best friend is a medium
He plays the cards and reads my hand
He once told me a simple rule
And it wasn't that hard to understand
When you're communing with the dead
You better quit while you're ahead.
And try to forget their face
When your eyes are shut cuz
You ain't in the best mental place
To deal with these kinda things
Every voicemail is a seance
It conjures haunting memories
It's like I left myself a capsule
Of time I wasted half asleep
When you're communing with the dead
You better quit while you're ahead.
And try to forget their face
When your eyes are shut cuz
You ain't in the best mental place
To deal with these kinda things